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Posted: 9/24/2007 8:19:16 AM | you both are so much positive energy--every sentence is electrifying--
i thank you Jules/CelestialHeart--And I thank you Another Awakening--
you both warm the heart to a great degree. | |
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Posted: 9/24/2007 12:41:35 PM |   to you too , my friend!
Lifes branches and twigs reach and become
a tangled tree where we are just one....
Within the mangled web of things
we always have time for imaginings
Climb unto the highest branch
lift your arms and give a glance
All the beauty below you see
Then you may just finally Be!
Larger than the tree itself
knowing all the life you have left
Climb back down within the crowd
Let them know....Shout aloud!
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Posted: 9/24/2007 11:13:41 PM | What if you could stop and pause
And freeze at that moment of tremendous loss
When your memories flicker across your view
And twist the fate that has come to you
As the moving pictures string along
You start to wonder what went wrong
A second seems an eternity
Your thoughts turn to insanity
You seem powerless…caught in motion
Moving slowly amidst commotion
But what if you could stop and pause
Turn the moment and end the chaos
Could you change life’s destined fate
Rewrite your path upon your slate
Or would that be your destiny
Locked in time for eternity
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Posted: 9/28/2007 6:39:58 PM | | i love both of these poems, i really do! | |
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Posted: 9/28/2007 6:40:14 PM | I break science
And become passion for thee.
Is it hurt to cherish beyond conception
The depth of the echoed caves?
Education has robbed us.
We were so much better than we know.
Herein I admit the shallowness of souls;
But we must admit the uncalm is desirous.
Is it possible to feel human?
Can we feel human just once?
I make haste to surrender to the uncertainty.
If only I can ache the walk away before she treads gravel.
Every rhythm can ingest so gravid; but
The pantomime is intoxicating.
Do, make that gesture one more again.
Bring me into the junoesque quintessence of lust.
Bring us to the wink of explosion.
How does it register to feel unstable?
I’ve been trekking that thin thread for years.
How many spirits have become one with me?
And thereinto that very thought I pray!
But I can undo nought!
“What am I supposed to do?”
As the day evaporates in segments.
I wash the walls of dungeons borne!
I crave a new liaison!
And hereupon she comes.
And temptation I ravish.
Thy man is but a myth to me.
And certainly for thee in return.
I yearn to live.
Help us to do such despite the imbalance.
Does it not feel good to turn animal?
And as animals we become torn apart.
I refuse to repent this agony!
And I shall go there again;
Notwithstanding the tears that paint of divinity.
Make me a poet my art.
Make of me an un-rhythm-’d law. | |
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Posted: 9/28/2007 6:54:26 PM | J....
that was increadible and one of the most eloquent and beautiful things I have ever been blessed enough to read...and feel
Inversion of day and night
where walks the abyss of love
as demons cast they blackness sight
lust begins and ends with savage thoughts
rippled flesh in tangled poise
betrayal of junos heart
blue moon falls tonight
the laws of ten broken chain
unrivaled skies of ashen pain
the hills of Rome in burning rage
scourge the earth of lovers stage
set free the reapers blade
souls shall die
a thousand lifetimes cast
the shed the cloak
the centaurians spear
bleading wound
the scars of briar crown
trinity moon
betrayal for silver coin
man has died
again to be rebourn
by new light of life risen | |
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Posted: 9/28/2007 6:59:11 PM | | indeed, shadow, totally awesome! tis, truly is. | |
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Posted: 9/28/2007 7:02:25 PM |  You both are so awesome......I am just in awe of the writes you put upon the page....and I just.....{sighhhhhh}  | |
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Posted: 10/2/2007 2:19:59 AM | Emotions lifted near heavens soar
Floating on wings, on to explore
True essence of a flowers scent
Long to lost of love’s last lament
Emotions elevated toward heavens gate
Bequeathed to one…detained in fate
Life’s a journey a winding course
Love’s destiny a tremendous force
Lifting emotions sound on eagles wings
A beautiful sonnet of the heart it sings
Carried through the test of time
Left in the heart of love sublime
These are the emotions conceded in mind
Carefully selected and tenderly designed
Blessed to a heart so tender and true
Lost in the love that is given to few
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Posted: 10/2/2007 4:22:43 PM | People That Don't Feel
Are they more evolved?
Isn't their life much easier and free
Nothing really matters but to be happy
Thinking in thee and only me...
Twindling their thumbs with no regrets
Taking life slow, enjoying every sunset
While others keep the clock and money roll
Nothing ever takes a toll!
Is it this to be truly free?
Imagine no sadness, remorse or guiltiness
Life is just a mesh of experiences
Taken in objectively,
Is it this to be free? | |
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Posted: 10/2/2007 5:15:57 PM | Finger Eleven......Inside out!!!!!!!!
Uh huh, well the name is Latifah, you hear me coming through
the spreaker. Hit it Mark, 45 king
I am a bill, yes I'm only a bill when
It's time to ill I get ill and time to chill
I chill, my homeboy said this was the D.A.I.S.Y. age
I take it as meaning you have to get crazy paid
You hope I'm from your borough, because I'm thorough
You want me to be down with you, to be seen walking around with you
Go to the store and buy a brew and rock a rhyme or two
So you can bite it, you taste it, you like it
You think I'm sleeping on you? Please, don't even try it
The name is Latifah, the scene, it is mine
The 45 King keeps the beat and the time while I
Rock to the rhythm and keep it blowing out
So don't try to turn me inside out
Latifah is the name you love
Flying through rhymes like a dove
Slapping suckers with a glove
Challenge me and you will burn
Yes in the fire you will burn
It's so so simply done
When I find that I have to run
Lyrics to music by the King of Swing, The 45 King
The words we bring I write, and sing
Cause I am Latifah, the Queen of course
Don't try to get yours off, because the cause is lost
Mark conducts the beat, I watch it hit them
Won't you chill? I don't need another victim
To add to the list of aggrivation
Subtracting suckers like a math computation
We are not teaching pupils and subjects with no scruples
This is a King and Queen creation
So hello hello hello and how ya doing?
Forget the smalltalk now, it's time for me to ruin
Those who don't believe in what I'm saying
When I put up the wall of words ain't no way into my Queendom
Controlled by me, the heir to the throne is the Ruler Lord Ramsey
The Ruler Lord, to him there is no equal
He grabs it and starts bombing people
Don't listen to me to figure me out
Because you can't turn my mind inside out
Latifah is the name you love
Flying through rhymes like a dove
Slapping suckers with a glove
Challenge me and you will burn
Yes in the fire you will burn
Rhyming's not a question of one superiority
But rather how you delegate the use of your authority
I know who you are, and I know who you are to me
But I came here just to party
If it's a show you want, the show it live
And if it's trouble you seek, I have arrived
When Mark requests my approval, I nod
And after each and every single rhyme I thank God
Altough a taste of my body would soothe you
I give you just my voice and watch the rhythm move you
The method of my lyrics makes the funky people feel it
And Lord have mercy on those that try to steal it
Latifah is a name meaning "delicate and sensitive"
But I have no problem formulating sentences
To break you down to the ground
I won't use violence, the color of this is brown
And I am down, but never ever down and out
So don't try to turn me inside out
Latifah is the name you love
Flying through rhymes like a dove
Slapping suckers with a glove
Challenge me and you will burn
Yes in the fire you will burn
Jah know? Cause ah...
Music, 45 King, music Latifah the Queen
Music, domination to bring the world
Irie, say in the fire you will burn (Repeats to fade)
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Posted: 10/2/2007 6:38:14 PM | The people are sitting, waiting for the show
The room is quiet and full
Backstage is a hustle of laughs and cursing
Prudence and politenesss nill
Push up my breasts and puff up my hair!
Zip up my dress and hike up my underwear!
Bobby pin that hole and put a rip in my tights
Put on my fake lashes, I'm gonna blow this night
Are the guys ready? Did they call us on?
Rushing so high we bust down the door...
Rushing up the staircase and onto the floor
The lights are strobing the music is soundless
My hips are swaying, body moving
5,6,7,8
Finally, my partner comes into sight
Everything's on cue, we're gonna hit it right
We're smiling, we're laughing the room is empty and soundless
The audience is watching as the beats are smashing
Bodies are thrown up into the air
Perfect, cuerpaso, shoes and hair
Costumes rip off and some fall off cue
Lambada, lifts, hit the bongo and chello
Studded bras fall off, keep the tempo
It's all a bordello
Drink it all up, this freedom is fierce
Live it once, jaded and pierce
Through the night back into sanity
This kinda life only leads to insanity
But, oh those smiles sing sweet like coco
drink it all up rhum and jojo
Sleep it all off on the beach in acapulco
Everybody knows life's heaven in el bario | |
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Posted: 10/2/2007 6:49:50 PM | sanity slipping
guiding force of battered mind
tidal wash of desolation
sunken dreams fading unto the the blackend horizon
the inquisitors fire burn black and white
colour fields of equal destiny
all turn grey in the end
souls blends
hearts never mend
minds drift and clash with the oxide pewter
all as one | |
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Posted: 10/2/2007 7:47:28 PM | you each dance to a rhythm borne in your souls. i feel blessed to share of those rhythms. in peace my friends, and in harmony.
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Posted: 10/2/2007 7:47:52 PM | Only if the dizzy of me may speak!
Elation broke the calm. and
Pain became tenderness expressed in passion.
And thus ensued the meditative glare.
Has the mirror been kind to you?
Or do you see the hurt in her countenance?
I dance away reluctantly.
Even sylphs feel sorrow in heart the midsummer.
I’m so ashamed of this fallen path.
And of course you will not passage with me.
So let the time remain our distance.
My senses are whet for freedom.
And they ask: How is the weather? I reply:
I’ve been walking through the summer snow for months.
I even tip toed along the cross.
I digress!
Tears became of her soul.
She gave up the ghost gripping tight to nought.
She never held in her palms the flesh of her flesh.
Neither the bone of her bone!
Ripplets shoot forth through the spine of the cosmos.
I’m hindered by the making of love; passing along the horizon,
Falling upward grasping faith, searching out the lord’s reliquary.
And I remain, filing emotional bankruptcy, touching of me the spirit.
May I now scream?
And tacitly I scream into passions; thrashing everso deeper.
How hard ‘tis to climb.
But I climb that electric fence of life.
My palms have melted away into thorns.
And father stares in death torn.
Another guilt to bear given birth to scars.
May they all be torn away from here.
And indeed what does it mean to be soul? | |
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| Abstract Rhythms- Homophonic translation exercise
Posted: 10/2/2007 8:11:12 PM | (just working on some homophonic translations, for a class....))
Guillaume Apollinaire
Le vent nocture
Oh! les cimes des pins grincent en se heurtant
Et l'on entend aussi se lamenter l'autan
Et du fleuve prochain à grand'voix triomphales
Les elfes rire au vent ou corner aux rafales
Attys Attys Attys charmant et débraillé
C'est ton nom qu'en la nuit les elfes ont raillé
Parce qu'un de tes pins s'abat au vent gothique
La forêt fuit au loin comme une armée antique
Dont les lances ô pins s'agitent au tournant
Les villages éteints méditent maintenant
Comme les vierges les vieillards et les poètes
Et ne s'éveilleront au pas de nul venant
Ni quand sur leurs pigeons fondront les gypaètes
homophonic response:
The vent found slumber
Oh! the crimes pine grinning cents at the heart
I long entered o sea to a lament with a tan
It doth to the floor and a pro chain with a trombone a triumph
The elves wrote a vent on the corner of the raffle
My attorney, My attorney charming and speaking braille
with a ton of names quietly listing the rail
Perched quietly the pins spout sage awe and torment
The fore into a lone come unto my army of antiques
Don't let lance or pins satiate the torment
the village enters the medium maintenance
come to my village and love potatoes
sell environment the passed null variant
night calmed luring pigeons from the jive paintings | |
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Posted: 10/2/2007 8:26:29 PM | I like your last one DQ, especially the last stanza, especially these lines:
May I now scream?
And tacitly I scream into passions; thrashing everso deeper.
You didn't ask but allow me to suggest omitting the word 'everso'. Just my taste though. | |
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Posted: 10/2/2007 8:40:09 PM | | indeed, black mary. i totally appreciate the feedback. it's truly valued. | |
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Posted: 10/2/2007 9:39:17 PM | the children mourn days looking
deftly thirsting for union
the burst of a safflower chasm
crease seams of Carolina fuels
the crimson balance of jetstream corridors
propaganda
alone, sealing fish town with hollow eyes
smoke from three stack bores into stripped minefields
the air chokes free in the final blanch of my deep lung fields
strict tact with locked, shackled labor
kink in memory with delineates
safe harbor of a cringing mind
to shield blows,
stumble on it's wet, warped crossbow
the direction seaming endless
without a countenance to find the shadowed harbor | |
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Posted: 10/2/2007 9:56:42 PM | | deep in thought you have been, tenz. this i see clearly. | |
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Posted: 10/3/2007 3:16:59 AM | He wants another Luna
I’d rather the zoo instead
Somewhere there is a kindred star
Just for a while I will love him
Lightning up a cigar in afterglow, on my own
He’s still looking for a thousand candles
I am content for the last one
Thousand and one candles is my last draw
No understanding in an asthma attack | |
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Posted: 10/3/2007 7:57:43 AM | | ^^^I'm thinking on this one. it's truly a work of art. | |
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Posted: 10/3/2007 8:11:35 AM | intenzity- im loving these writes- especially the one with the french...adds some cool texture to your work :)........
Traditions
So traditionally comfortable!
So secure!
Mama cuts the porc roast at both ends
Like her Grandma did before...
Maman, why do you do that?
Because grandmaman did it, it's her you should ask!
So silly to question, it's the way things are done
it's what makes us who we are even when the old ones are gone...
Grandmaman, je te demande, pourquois coupe tu le porc?
Every time you prepare it, sure ses deux bords?
What are you talking about?
Oh, oui je te comprends...
My pans are too small to fit the porc, gros comme ils les vends! | |
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Posted: 10/3/2007 10:51:12 AM | I don't have a lot of rhythm babe but I have the words if that counts?
Don Quixote another awakening perhaps?
we face the distorted day
upon choosing to get out of bed
to greet the nightmares
the blinding sunlight
“Good morning world,
I don’t really like you.”
until after that cup of coffee
I look long and hard into the mirror
before makeup or accoutrements
and wonder if those mirrors
are purposely frosted with grief
or shimmering in revelation
a prop to test us
our minds just experiments for reaction
puppetry of life
we debate the hand inside
look for settings to project our endings upon
discussed like a bunch of fools
the depth of understanding
the breadth of eternity
one hit off the pipe
and its easy to turn into a caterpillar
and sit on the toadstool all day
saying prophetic things to the other characters
and they believe you
could be our own hand inside
you know it just could be. | |
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